I’ve had a shit day but I’ve pulled it around.

You’d think that I’d learn that putting yourself out there can result in people thinking that they can write whatever they like about you.
So I woke up to this comment from somebody who has taken offence at a post being deleted from somebody saying that they were leaving the “fashion forward bitch” group. The woman in question refers to my post last week when I
Mentioned how anxious I was at leaving work to write a book and try and make a go of blogging.

Now, there’s some things that I will tolerate and some things that are just below the belt.

I won’t tolerate people throwing my being honest in my face and I won’t tolerate people saying that my parenting is lacking because I swear and have the odd glass of wine.

I can take people saying that my clothes are horrible and I can take on board that some people will have a completely different view point from me. I can take banter but this comment is just vicious and goes for the jugular. As I said, you’d think that I’d get used to it but I’ve no idea why somebody would stoop quite so low as to mock somebody when they’ve mentioned that they are really worried about something.

“Hey I see your vulnerability and I’m going to use it against you!”

This is over a post being deleted on a fashion page…….I still don’t get that people don’t think before they write the most horrible things on social media!

And it’s not just me. A poor lady who had her shop burgled the night before put a video out on Facebook showing her shop with no stock in it. In the video, she cries. Her shop had only been open three months. The rails are empty…..some dickhead comments “she’s lying. That’s fake, it’s an insurance job!” WTF! Why? I can’t comprehend why somebody would say that to anybody, never mind a local
Woman who’s just lost her livelihood.

I got over it by starting my Xmas shopping in TK Maxx. Whilst there I took a phone call from a delightful man called David. David is an admin on this page because he’s a social media and digital marketing clever clogs. This is how he makes his living. Occasionally he’s looked at things for me because I’m a Luddite and he’s very kind.

You won’t guess the conversation…..

David “so yeah I’m locked out of Facebook and Messenger! It’s something to do with Facebooks community standards and a post that you did. It’s asking me if I want to delete your page!”

Me “oooooooh David I’m so sorry. That would be because I posted a picture of a man wearing a kilt whilst bending down last night! It was for Sunday Night Slut. You could only see his cock a little bit! I mean it wasn’t full on nudity. There was just a hint of a knob skulking beneath the kilt. I didn’t realise that a hint of a flaccid cock would get my post thrown off. It was so innocuous that I found it on google images on the first page when I searched for hot men in kilts. Sorry David
I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise that you’d be thrown out too. Sorry…..”

“AaaAaaah well never mind. At least I can tell all my clients that I’ve been thrown off Facebook for posting dick pictures now!”

“Sorry David” I muttered as I realised that every person doing their Christmas shopping on my aisle was listening to my story of kilts, cocks and Sunday night slut!

I got some very odd looks as I picked up a Christmas jumper for Trevor the Thug Pug.
No doubt they wondered what the little knitted jacket was for…perhaps a willy warmer for a man wearing a kilt.

I have removed the woman’s name from the picture so as to hide her identity. I’ve no idea why. I’m still cross with the bitch.

New faux shearling jacket from Edit in Hale – bloody full price £68

Skirt and polo both from Zara recently £19.99 each and boots Zara too.